I never thought that I would end up here, working at a warehouse, feeling like a cog in a machine. I always believed that I was destined for greatness, that I would make a name for myself in the entertainment industry. But as I sat in my small office, staring at a computer screen filled with spreadsheets and inventory reports, I couldn’t help but feel like I had failed.I began to obsess about the past, and everything I had lost. Sunday Night Screenings at Gizzi’s in West Village, where I showcased my short films to a captive audience. Bud and Roach Show on the radio, where I shared my thoughts on music and culture with my co-host Alonzo. Even all the work I had done at Sirius XM under Purfek Storm Group. All of it seemed so far away, like a distant memory that I couldn’t quite grasp. Working at the warehouse was killing me, and I felt as though I was losing every ounce of creativity in my body. I missed the rush of performing, the adrenaline that coursed through my veins when I stepped onto a stage. But now, all I had was the hum of the air conditioner and the emptiness of the facility. I’d spend my evenings staring at the sky, sipping cold beer. The sunset would paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, and I would feel a fleeting sense of peace. But it was always short-lived, as the reality of my situation would quickly set in. I was stuck, trapped in a job that I hated, living in a place I was growing to despise, with every relationship that mattered suffering due to my constant cycle of insanity, with no idea of how to break free.
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